Monthly Archives: July 2011

Mom was riding the crisycle* (* crisis cycle) all through the hotel tonight; she woke me up at like 2AM by using my spare key card, busting in the room, and fussing with my hair until I groaned awake. She … Continue reading →

I’m so fucking crazy this morning – my dreams are starting to have dreams, and those dreams are nightmares, with benefits. Maybe I’m having contact hallucinations from the evil, black stains on the carpet. Mom was so anxious to get … Continue reading →